Hello everyone, this is my first time doing this, so don't be too judgmental. I was conflicted on where to put this, I was originally going to put this in BDSM, but I realized it didn't really fit the category well as I looked over it and I decided to put it here. This is a work of fiction and everyone is over 18. Enjoy!
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It was an hour before closing time and I was looking forward to my first weekend away from work when suddenly...
"Hey Matt, I know I promised you I would close, but my wife called and she's feeling really bad."
If it were anyone else, I would've bitched it to their faces but my boss, Jamie(second in command), has always been nice to me for whatever reason. "Sure," I said with a weak smile. Before she left, she returned to the front of the counter where I took over the main register. As I turned to say bye she immediately hugged me.
We're in this embrace for awhile and my mind begins to betray me when I begin to think of who's in my arms. Jamie is a 30 year old(11 years older than me) lesbian who fits the wanted lesbian sexiness. She's 5'5 with Short dark blonde pixie cut hair, pale and beautiful skin, a very beautiful and natural face(she barely puts on any make-up), big breasts(I'm guessing DDD), plump butt and nice legs.
Before I met her she was a thin, nice looking woman who was bullied and harassed by her extremely conservative husband and his family when they found her with another woman. She felt disowned and fell into depression and gained a lot of weight. She soon met her now wife Naomi, a fitness trainer, who helped her lose weight and put some of that extra weight into the right places, what a lucky woman.
Although my description gets men drooling, I don't really think of her sexually. I think of her more like an older sister because she has always been nice to me ever since I've been at this stupid dress store in the mall(someone recommended it to me because of all the rich husbands and wives who over tip with $100 bills and I really wanted the money) and she's the reason why I haven't left, store wise and...
I soon feel her leave the embrace and noticed her pulling out an envelope from her purse.
"Here. A little welcome back gift," she says as I look inside to see a bunch of $100 bills.
"Jamie are you sur-" and that's when she gave me her big, cute, blue puppy eyes. "Dammit" I thought to myself and soon just accepted it. I maybe 5'11 and 225 lbs of depressed asshole but her expressions have always had a big impact on me. I put the envelope next to the register and before I tell her anything she kisses me on the cheek and we hug again, more tightly than before.
"I missed you so much," she says in an almost croaked voice and leaves. As I'm watching her leave, my eyes betray me again when I'm staring at her from behind as she heads out.
My eyes begin to linger at that amazing big ass. It makes her purple dress look so tight and small that it barely goes to her mid thigh. The top didn't help either as it tried to contain her big tits as they created massive cleavage. Fuck, I just want to rip her dress off and...Her face. She turned towards me before heading out and I can see that she's holding back tears and produces a smile, the only smile that warms my heart and not my dick. She exits the shop and goes into the mall, leaving me with a very betraying boner.
"You've got to stop thinking of her like that," I think to myself. I may have had the best and most sexual encounters of my life lately, but that doesn't mean that Jamie is going to be a part of it.
For the next 45 minutes nobody really comes in except for a few lookers. I finally begin to clean around and get everything back in order before I head out. As I'm about to get the last of the process done, I hear loud clacking against the floor. I look up and see her. Well fucking great.
The bitches name is Amanda, almost 20, an intern or some dumb bullshit. Standing at 5'3(she looks taller but she has on red high heels) in a matching tight, bright red skirt that ends above her knees and a button-up white blouse, bright and long blonde hair, amazing face, a great tan, pert big B or small C sized tits, very slim waist to sexy wide hips with very nice and shining legs, she's physically a sex goddess. Her personality on the other hand is just downright horrible. She treats everyone including her bosses like shit, due the fact her father owns some of the shops here. She uses her body to her advantage to get big discounts and rumor has it she has had sex with some employees and all usually end up being fired days later. Luckily this dress store is owned by an enemy of her fathers who is surprisingly a cool dude, who's actually the one who allowed me to stay here.
"Are you open still?" she said with her shit tone.
"No," I said and I could somewhat feel a little better after hearing her bitching under her breath. I then notice my envelope and for some strange reason I felt like I should slip this one by.
"Wait," I said and I see her turn around, which she does sexually, and waits for me to continue.
"You have ten minutes."
She lets out a sigh of some sort and walks into the really rich section of the store. After a minute I notice my phone going off and decide to answer.
"Hello?"
"Matt, whats up, how are you feeling?" I notice the Norwegian accent, it's a good friend of mine who I met at a concert named Thompson.
We talk for a while before he begins to tell me something big that happened, I notice this after he switches to his native tongue to which we begin communicating in his language. Now I am Hispanic so it will occasionally confuse people when I begin to speak Norwegian instead of Spanish but it's something I grew up with especially since I lived in Norway for five years before returning to the states. He ends up telling me he blackmailed and banged a daughter of some big CEO earlier today after catching her red handed with a dark Muslim man. I hang up and notice that Amanda is somewhat confused with what looks likes 5 dresses in her hands.
